◾ 2012-08-23

2012-08-23

I signed up for a Creative Writing class at Uni because well, I could use the practice. And I needed the credit hours, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, I was reading the syllabus and decided that I'm terrified of this professor already.

We're going to have these 'workshop' things where everyone critiques your writing and there's a question-answer thing, all kinds of craziness...which is fine and dandy, probably even helpful. But then I got to this line:

"The writer will read the first two pages of his/her piece before the class, and listen to suggestions..."

Okay, reading in front of the class? It's not nearly as awful as that public speaking class I had a few years back, but still. Writing stories to be critiqued is one thing, reading them aloud to the class is quite another.

Add to that the fact that we're expected to turn in 5-20 pages of writing for this critique thing, and I'm in full-on panic mode. It's been a while since I've written anything that wasn't fanfiction. And I'm pretty sure that won't cut it for this.

So I've started writing already, even though the first class meeting isn't until...later today. About twelve hours from now, in fact. Hoorah.